4/19/2009

Inside the river, betweenits glistening surfaceand mud-black floorsthe moon suspended, necklessgazing upward at itself.The light on wings, blackercrows bundled on its shores,clinging to albino pines whosefigures lithe as dancing girlsmotionless and barefoot.And I must ask the twisted snake,whose heart is heartless, whosedark sad eyes have lured the livinglifeless to its toothless mouth:Do you believe in life?

4/03/2009

When light was bornis not known; but its paleblue glow shifting into yellowdrags the magnolias closerto their home. And shadows,their pulsing umbilical cordsstill attached to light strugglefor that first breath, the firstcry. In the ghastly whiteanesthetized and radiant, angelsclimb their ladders to the sunand burst into flames of wing.